angels step in birdshit on the fly

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yesterday | today tomorrow

March 27, 2002

woke up thinking something was like a shell, translucent
and pink as my outer ear, but i couldn't remember what.
saw myself stooping to pick it up, the shell itself
a symbol for dreams. i put it back and walked the beach.


in between meetings, just time enough to walk uphill & change,
the crows gathered in one tree, flew off when more came, met
midair then circled back to perch together, bending branches,
a murder growing overhead. i wore my skateboard like a hat.